Blake sheathed her weapon as she walked out from the alley, smirking as she heard the protests of the criminal being arrested behind her. She had successfully completed a mission, and she was anxious to get home. She knew of a faster way to get back to her house. She would simply take a few allies, go to Privet Drive, and her home was only a few blocks away.

Soon, the black-haired faunas found herself in Privet Drive. She rolled her eyes in exasperation as she looked at the houses in the area. They all looked the same...These people were all so bland and snooty. She looked at Number Four Privet Drive and shook her head at how "perfect" it was. It was more perfect than all the other houses combined, and that was saying a LOT. These people seemed to work hard to keep their house "socially acceptable" at least...

She was about to turn and walk away, when a sound grabbed her attention...It sounded like...a yelp of pain. She snapped her head back to Privet Drive, and her ears stood rigid on her head, trying to get a grasp on where it was coming from.

It was coming from Privet Drive...

Blake had a very bad feeling about that sound. She decided she was going to check it out. Quickly, but silently, she made her way to the front door of the building. Kneeling down, she pressed one of her cat ears against it.

"STAND UP, FREAK!"

A soft, terrified whimper. A CHILD'S soft, terrified whimper.

"I said...STAND UP!"

The sound of something hitting a wall, and a gasp of pain.

Blake clenched her fists against the door, her eyes narrowing dangerously. She knew exactly what was going on in there, and she would not stand by idly and allow it to happen.

Vernon Dursley held the baseball bat aloft, ready to bring down a bone-shattering swing on the tiny child at his feet...but he was interrupted by the sound of shattering glass. Snapping his head to the window, he saw as a figure leapt through the window, and landed perfectly in a crouched position. The figure stood to reveal a young woman, with long black hair and golden yellow eyes.

Blake's eyes narrowed dangerously at Vernon, then turned to see the beaten child lying at his feet. Her expression momentarily softened, before turning her gaze back to Vernon and glaring even darker.

Vernon gawked at the woman who had just leapt inside his house, until he noticed something about her...The fully exposed pair of cat ears on top of her head. He gave her a disgusted look.

"How dare you intrude on my territory, you filthy animal!" He growled. "Leave, right this instant!"

Vernon thought the woman's glare couldn't get any more intense. He was wrong. She began storming towards him, unsheathing a chain scythe as she did so. His bravado immediately faded at the sight of the weapon. His eyes widened, and he staggered back in terror.

"L-LEAVE NOW, WORTHLESS INHUMAN-"

Blake kneed him in the gut, causing the air to flow out of his lungs. He fell to the ground, clutching at his chest in agony. The faunas walked right past him, and stopped when Harry was at her feet. She bent over, and scooped the little boy into her arms, feeling a small pang in her heart when he started weakly struggling when she touched him. She took a moment to inspect the injuries. Her eyes widened in horror, then narrowed once more with sheer, unbridled fury.

"Y-You...Faunas...BITCH!" Vernon spat through gritted teeth as he stood.

Blake's anger reached a boiling point. She moved Harry to her left arm, then unsheathed her scythe and held the blade at the obese man's throat. His eyes practically bulged out of his head.

"...You're disgusting." Vernon was too scared to reply. The tone in her voice was so dark and ominous... "You are a disgusting, inhuman abomination. You're not human. How could you do this to a child? ...How old is he?" Vernon whimpered. Blake held her blade closer to his throat. "I asked you a question, you bastard."

"F-Five..." Vernon whimpered. Blake's face contorted in rage.

"Why does he look two? You haven't been feeding him properly either, have you?" Vernon began to panic.

"PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! I'LL DO ANYTHING! PLEASE, I'M BEGGING Y-"

Blake had had enough of him. She kicked him in the face, knocking him unconscious. She looked darkly at the unconscious man, and spat on him before sheathing Gambol Shroud and holding the child with both arms once more. She turned to the door, opened it, and entered the cool night air. Taking some deep breaths to calm her anger, she looked down at the child once more.

He had fallen unconscious at some point while she was antagonizing Vernon, and through the light of the street lamps, and without all the confusion, she got a good glimpse of the true extent of the injuries. Her ears folded back against her head sadly as she saw all the scars, open wounds, and blood.

The faunas sighed and shook her head. Her trip home would have to wait. This child needed to go to a hospital urgently.

She walked for about ten minutes, before hearing a small whimpering groan. She blinked in surprise, then looked down to see that Harry was waking up, and starting to snuggle up closer to her. A small smile graced her features, and she rubbed the back of his head.

"Hello there. Are you alright?" The child's eyes snapped open, and he began shaking. He looked up at her face, which was now looking very concerned indeed, and let out a startled cry before starting to thrash weakly in her arms in a desperate attempt to escape. Blake looked at him sadly, knowing that the fat man's treatment of him undoubtedly caused him immense psychological damage. Gently, she tightened her hold on him, pressed him against her body, and stroked the back of his head.

Harry slowly, but surely, relaxed. Confused that she wasn't hurting him, he looked up at her to see her looking...sad, rather than angry. He was confused. Why was she sad? Then he noticed something at the top of her head. It looked like...cat ears? Harry looked at the ears curiously for a few moments, before turning his head away.

"What's wrong?" Blake asked, unable to keep the melancholy out of her voice. No reply. The young woman stared at him with concern written all over her features for a few moments before turning her attention to the road and walking. They travelled in silence for several minutes, before Blake attempted to start a conversation.

"...I'm taking you to the hospital. They'll help you." These words shocked Harry, and he looked up at her.

"B-But...F-Freaks don't deserve help. I-I'm just a w-waste of time...Y-You should j-just leave me in a bush somewhere..."

Blake was shocked to hear those words coming from a five year old. She looked down at him slowly.

"What? Why would you say something so horrible about yourself?" She asked. What had that bastard put in this little boy's head...?

"B-Because I'm just a st-stupid, useless f-freak who doesn't deserve t-to be alive..."

Blake stopped in her tracks upon hearing those words. She gently cupped her fingers around his chin and made him look up at her, before giving him a hard gaze.

"Listen to me...You are NOT stupid. You are NOT useless. And you are absolutely, ABSOLUTELY NOT a freak. You have every right to live, and that fat monster had no right to put those terrible things in your head."

Harry flinched away from the hard look she was giving him, unaware that it wasn't directed at him but Vernon. "I'm sorry...Sorry, sorry, sorry..."

Blake dropped the hard gaze for a far more gentle and compassionate one, and she held him tightly, running her fingers across his back, causing his whimpering to cease.

"It's okay. That miserable excuse for a life you had is over now. I'm going to make sure you get a good, happy life, like you deserve." Harry looked up at her with huge, wide eyes. He liked the kitty woman. She was nice, and she didn't hate him. So he gave her a hug. Blake smiled and ran her fingers through his hair, albeit with a troubled look in her eyes. Then she remembered he was injured. She had to continue her journey to the hospital... She considered calling Ruby, Weiss and Yang... but decided it could wait.

And so...

Blake entered the hospital, Harry in tow. She smiled at him. First, his injuries. Then, the emotional scars...